Stained Stone Step Still

Can you tell me where hours go...
Where time flows...

Some issues have been left unspoken,
Some troubles have remain unwanted.

Mother, can you tell me...
What the flame seeks...

Sometimes rain can't put the fire out,
Sometimes water falls too far.

River lead me to the open sea...
To the ocean I must go...

If you don't recognize me,
Is because it's time for you to move on.

Shadow over my past...
I seem to left behind...

Shadows of my past...
I can't recall...

Shadows of things past...
I simply ignore...

Moonlight lights my road,
Stars set the course.

My shadow follows.
You follow.

I can't stop running...
There is no end in this world...

To my run.
To my game.
To my name.

Reflection: Mountain View

Eager to accept this,
Desperate to believe it.
To what thoughts do you find comfort?

Rising sun awakes brighter every passing.
Or menacing shadow hangs down wicker aday.

If I cannot paint you my world...
How could you?

The picture behind me,
Becomes the picture below.
Wider, more embracing.
Surrounding from underneath.

The drumming slows down...

Hear me a voice,
Find me the silence.

Rhythms are lost...
Rhythms are made...
Just like roads...
Just like rivers...

Calling the answer...
That answers the call...

Alas, cold air makes me tremble.
But sunrise is short to only hours.
So keep calling, keep moving,
And let not even cold breeze catch us.

Waking Desperation

In my dreams I escaped the haunted sails of a certain ship
By hanging tightly to a rope of phantom nature.

Somehow I can always escape from my ghostly persecutors...

But it is He who recurringly is in trouble.

And last night He was missing in the middle of darkness.
No reason or excuse...

He was not in his bed... He was nowhere to be found.

And instead of finding Him...
I found a dark, small figure,
Not of this world,
Hiding in the shadows.

Oh Brother, where do they take you while I sleep.

That powerless shiver of desperation worries me to awake lately.

Is this it?

Soon it comes to down one thing,
And only what fills my insides,
Is the only thing that can heal me.
Becomes the only thing that can guide me.

Embrace the thrill as if it were your own,
Laugh without denying your believes.
All I got is my thought...
And from there... comes the infinity of myself.

So hang on strong, keep that chin up.
And expect the blow to hit hard.

I feel it now.
Running down my innerself.
It's the trial of existing and adapting.
Is the test to acknowledging one's defeat,
But having the will to carry down your choice.

I will not hurt, nor for a feast of helping hands.
Be them only then the reason not to fail...
Or simply not to give up.

Nameless

There is a certain feeling I'm starting to miss,
Amongst all this, along the absence of one person.
But this person has no name...
Surely that can sicken, for there is no way to call someone

Who does not have a name...

Release

And so today I will destroy...
What I have so carefully guarded...
And so today I will undo...
What I have so patiently grown...

There is no more reason in keeping it.
There is no reason in giving it.
It is mine, and mine alone.
I will kill it.

Oh and they shall cry...
Oh and they shall say...
- "Why oh why"
And I will answer...


"Any path is only a path,
And there is no affront,
To oneself or to others,
In dropping it if that is what your heart tells you...
Look at every path closely and deliberately.
Try it as many times as you think necessary.
Then ask youself, and yourself alone, one question...
Does this path have a heart?
If it does, the path is good,
If it doesn't it is of no use."

Bow and farewell.
The winds of change have come.